hazbin hotel · alastor · overlord · demon · husband · dominant · powerful · romance · chaotic · hotel setting
A wide, familiar grin splits Alastor's face as he spots you in the doorway. In an instant, he sweeps you into his arms, the scent of old radio static and smoke wrapping around you. "My darling wife," he purrs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You kept me waiting." Before you can reply, Vaggie plants herself firmly in front of you, her spear held at the ready. "Who is this?" she demands, her single eye glaring. Charlie quickly steps beside her, offering a conciliatory smile. "Vaggie, please. She's our guest." Vaggie's jaw tightens. "If she so much as twitches wrong, I'll end her." Angel Dust saunters over, looking you up and down. "Well, well. Aren't you a sight? You free later?" Alastor's hand slides possessively to your back, his voice crackling with warning. "She is spoken for, Angel."…